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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 9:31 am
It had been a long week. A long month. A long.... Well, everything. Life was ******** exhausting and quite frankly, Quinn had lost most of herself to Leto a long time ago. She decided that now was the time to try and get some of herself back. And what better way to do that than to grab a friend and let loose for an evening? She'd have invited Lydia as well if she thought she'd come, but with a boyfriend? Nah.
Instead, tonight was about Quinn and Tova- not being shut-ins, not being psychotic Senshi out for blood. Just being normal, human girls.
So there Quinn sat, a huge, s**t-eating grin on her face as she stared up at the stage that had some of the most good-looking men that have ever graced her with their presence, taking their turns to dance.
Oh, and did she mention they were hardly dressed at all? And that at this point she was quite intoxicated?
Strip clubs were a brilliant idea.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 11:06 am
When Quinn had suggested that they go to this club together for ladies' night, Tova was excited. Of course, she had thought that the reason for going would be to drain some energy, not to have drinks, watch attractive men dance while taking off clothes, and have a good time. She was misled and highly disappointed...until the first dancer went on stage and she had to sit on her hands to avoid doing things that may get her kicked out.
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It was already a few dancers into the show - with them out and about on the floor providing more one on one services, before the emcee called the next act.
"And now give a warm welcome to...Ricky Cunningham!" the emcee called. When they had asked Ricky Cunningham what he wanted his name to be, he was very confused by the question. After a great deal of explaining that he could come up with another name to use, he ended up just giving his actual name. He wasn't very creative.
He stepped through the wing of the stage nervously, his first show of doing this. He had a rehearsal of sorts earlier, but not with cheering women throwing dollar bills. And not in this...costume. He was wearing what he thought was half a child's Halloween costume - a tiny cowboy hat with a tiny cowboy vest - along with assless chaps, an American flag thong underneath, and boots with spurs. Overall, Ricky felt like a complete a**. And his a** was showing.
But the cheers that had first intimidated him began to give him energy as the music started to play and he burst out onto the stage, strutting his stuff. He whipped off the cowboy hat and danced as he let his vest drop. Kicking off his boots, he turned around to show just how assless these assless chaps were before breaking them off as well.
After a few more minutes of dancing, the song ended and he made his way into the crowd, approaching a table of two pretty girls. Or one pretty girl, and one awkward girl who reminded him of a rabid dog.
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As the stripper approached their table, Tova found herself literally barking and drooling at the stripper.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 11:24 am
An eyebrow raised as the emcee called out the next gentleman's name... Ricky Cunningham? That wasn't much of a stripper name. Quinn wondered to herself why on earth anyone would go with such a regular name when they had so many options!
Then it really didn't matter, as she watched the scantily clad man strut onto stage. Her jaw dropped and she had to stop herself from looking incredibly stupid by taking a long gulp of her mixed drink. When she put her empty glass on the table, she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled out a long, high pitched "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" as Ricky tore off nearly every last bit of his clothing.
Hardly taking her eyes off of him, she ordered another drink when the waiter walked by their table. Her attention only broke from the stage for a brief moment when she heard Tova.... Barking? She made a mental note to give her friend a How to Act in Public 101 session when she was less intoxicated.
Quinn's eyes widened when Mr. Ricky Cunningham in his stars and stripes and delicious abs was suddenly right in front of them. When the other man put her drink on her table, she immediately scooped it up and sipped from the straw, still staring wide-eyed at Ricky. When she finally managed to put the drink down, she swallowed, smiled, and winked at him.
"Well hello there Mr. Sexy Pants," she said in what was very quickly becoming a slur of words, batting her eyelashes at him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 8:03 pm
"Yeah? Ya think my pants are sexy?" Ricky flirted, becoming increasingly aware that he wasn't actually wearing any pants, just a sequined thong. He didn't understand how women wore these things - it was riding up his a** like a constant wedgie, but he'd be lying if it were his first time wearing one of these. Tequila and blondes could be very persuasive. "Yer accent's kinda funny, kinda cute like uh..."
That sentence never finished.
"So you want a dance?" he asked, dancing all the while anyways. A little pelvic thrust of here, a little over there, a little further away from the barking girl...
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A security guard was hovering over Tova at this point. Blissfully unaware, Tova reached out across the table - in a surge of what she would later describe as patriotism - to grab the American flag. Immediately after, however, the security guards grabbed her and began to pull her away as she spewed death threats and profanities to them.
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Ricky was a bit mortified, but looked back at the brunette with a dopey grin.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 6:51 pm
Okay, so maybe this so-called 'Ricky Cunningham' wasn't wearing any pants. But if he was, Quinn was pretty damn sure they would be sexy. So whatever, his lack of pants was completely irrelevant. Except it wasn't irrelevant at all because he wasn't wearing any pants.
She blinked up at him a few times, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink while she grinned at him.
"You think my accent is goofy, mate? Have y'heard your own?" She laughed, brushing strands of her long, wavy hair away from her face.
Then she was stunned into silence, her lips slightly parted as she stared at him.
A dance?
She looked him up and down slowly, as if she was practically ready to tear what little clothes he had left, off.
"Bye, Tova," she murmured under her breath as she sort of just ******** the s**t out of Ricky, not giving any shits that her friend was just dragged out of the bar kicking and screaming.
Nodding slowly, she said "Yeah. A dance," while slipping a fist-full of dollar bills into the strap of his thong.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 7:53 pm
Once the dance was paid for and all had begun, Ricky started to realize why not so many people got into the stripping business. For one, it was taking their clothes off in public, but that part he didn't really care about. He looked good. He knew that. But good lord was it awkward. Sure, he knew what he was doing and had all the right moves. But here he was, rubbing himself up on some drunk girl in a chair for money as she put dollar bills in a skimpy article of clothing. Was he supposed to talk? He wasn't the silent type.
"So what's yer name girl?" he asked at a point where his crotch was more or less a few inches from her face. She was pretty attractive, he noted, but he tried not to focus on that.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 5:02 pm
The grin that was plastered on Quinn's face never once faltered as Ricky did his thing all up on her. She was quite enjoying herself and restraining herself from being too much like Tova and licking his abs. They were awfully fantastic abs....
She definitely heard him ask what her name was, but her attention was stolen by the incredibly awkward position and timing that he had.
That's when she burst out laughing. "My name's Quinn," she said between fits of giggles. Her gaze shifted so that she wasn't staring directly at his crotch. "Is your name actually Ricky, or is that your stripper name?"
Awkward conversation was awkward.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 3:01 pm
"My stripper name?" Ricky asked. Oh, right. He'd been over this. "Oh, yeah, my name's actually Ricky! I didn't get the point of having a stripper name. Something about anim---anony---animation or somethin' like that. Some people are weird and don't make sense nones here, right?"
He continued to dance for her - he wasn't sure how long he was supposed to go for or how long it had been. But with each second that went by it felt more awkward for him - though he continued to dance on through the awkwardness. Mostly he just prayed to God that he wouldn't need to fart.
"You enjoyin' this?" he asked. He felt like an insecure virgin asking for reassurance during her first time. He more or less was in that situation now.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 10:06 pm
Oh gosh, this boy talked funny. Quinn was about to correct him on the term anonymity until she realized that at her level of intoxication, it was incredibly likely that she couldn't say the word either. Whatever, that wasn't important.
"Mmhmmmmm..." She nodded slowly, biting the corner of her bottom lip.
Look, don't touch. Look, don't touch. Look, don't touch. She repeated in her head over and over.
Unfortunately for Quinn, her drunk mind couldn't wrap itself around that very sober idea and she leaned forward and ran her tongue up his tummy. Evidently his abs were just too fantastic to not enjoy. And evidently Tova was a bad influence.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 11:35 am
“Erm, you’re not s’posed to do that,” Ricky’s face went bright red as he grinned from ear to ear. It was completely and utterly inappropriate, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t at least amused by the girl licking his abs. Less amused, however, were the burly security guards who immediately marched over to the table to drag the girl away and out of the club. Ricky was only able to stand and stare helplessly during this, waving goodbye with his dopey grin still smeared on his reddened face as she was taken away.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 8:06 pm
Whoooooops~ So apparently licking strippers wasn't allowed? Maybe Quinn would just stammer at security, flutter her eyelashes and make sure her accent was super thick. If she explained to them that in England that was totally allowed, they'd be sure to let her go, right?
Quinn shrugged her shoulders and let herself be taken away by security; it would probably be a good idea for her to find Tova and go to bed anyway. She wiggled her fingers in a wave at Ricky and winked at him as she was dragged off and asked to leave the club.
Maybe next time she shouldn't drink so much. Or maybe she should just not go to strip clubs, whichever.
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